The Colour Monologues: Orange

Alexis Doiron

Stoneware, cone 6 glaze. throwing/altering/ dipping/airbrushing/trailing/dotting

Monologue:

I am Orange

I am energy.

I need to move.

Not just move,
expand.

I can’t contain it in me.
It builds.
Slow at first…
then vibrating all at once.

I fear
Being frozen, stuck.
Dulled.
Unfelt.

I’m not meant to sit still.

I’m meant to grow outward.
To reach.
To become something more.

Sometimes I spill.
Sometimes I take up too much space.

That is not something that I will apologize for.